“Yeah.” Luigi nodded.
“I’m glad Jace found you, Co. I
couldn’t bear … you … I love you Cody … don’t … don’t … do something stupid.”
“You mean like kill myself?” Cody’s voice was deeply ironic, bitter and
sad all at the same time.
“Yeah. Like kill yourself.”
“I won’t. I think.
I … see, I thought about what had happened. And I know this sounds stupid, Lou, but I
feel that I was meant to escape, to live.
So many lucky things happened. I
mean—how likely is that? But … what will
become of me? OK, I still have a
job. But … will I ever see my kids
again?”
“You will. I promise.”
Cody looked comforted
but Luigi had no idea if he could make his promise come true. He knew lawyers. Friends of Richard. The lawyer who’d drawn up Richard’s will and
fought on his behalf in court when Richard’s family had contested the
will. Yeah. He’d fight for Cody. And Luigi would use Richard’s money to pay
him. He knew that was what Richard would
have wanted.
His cock had gone
flaccid and the cock-jacket hung on it loosely.
He took Cody’s hand and put it on his cock.
Cody smiled a
little sadly. “What shall I do?”
“Anything you
want. Whatever. Whatever doesn’t hurt. How about a good old-fashioned wire-pull?”
Cody pulled him
down onto the bedclothes and kissed him slowly, carefully, as if Luigi were
something precious which might be damaged.
“I love you, Lou,” he breathed as his hand sought Luigi’s stiffening
cock.
After, they lay
entwined, the jizz on Luigi’s stomach sticky between them.
They slept.
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